I never realized love could feel like this—like a melody I didn’t know existed, playing softly inside me, growing louder every time I see him. There’s a strange magic when he’s around. My chest tightens, my thoughts scatter, and yet, I feel calm in a way I’ve never felt before.
The first time I noticed him properly, it was nothing dramatic. Just a glance, a smile… and suddenly my world tilted. I remember thinking, Why does my heart feel so loud right now? And then he spoke, casually, like it was ordinary:“Hey… are you okay?”
And I couldn’t answer. Not because I didn’t want to, but because my heart was shouting, my mind was screaming, and my lips… they froze. I wanted to tell him, I’m not okay. I’m completely lost—but only because you exist. But all I could do was nod and smile awkwardly.
Love is like noticing someone in the smallest things—the way he laughs, the way he looks away shyly, the way he notices details nobody else does. And every time he touches my hand, even accidentally, I feel electricity. Sparks. Bollywood-style darr, khushi, aur thodi si sharam all at once.
Sometimes, when I’m alone, I whisper to myself:Why does he make me feel like this?Why does every song suddenly remind me of him?
I hate that it’s so intense. I hate that my thoughts revolve around him. And yet… I don’t want it any other way. Because this—this messy, overwhelming, beautiful feeling—is the kind of love they make movies for. The kind that makes you laugh for no reason, cry for no reason, and wait for a single message like it’s the most precious thing in the world.
And the strangest part? He probably doesn’t even know the storm he causes inside me. He walks, I follow with my eyes. He speaks, my heart skips. He smiles, and suddenly the world seems brighter.
I don’t know what will happen next. I don’t know if he feels the same way. But for now… I let my heart whisper his name in silence. I let the butterflies live. I let the love grow in the quiet, in the stolen moments, in the way my soul recognizes his without needing a word.
Because real love—Bollywood love—is not just dramatic gestures. It’s every heartbeat, every thought, every sigh that belongs to him, long before he knows it.